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You saw me where I never was and where I could not be. And yet within that very place, my face you often see.
What is put on a table, cut, but never eaten?
It is a path of cow juice spread across the sky but cannot be seen by the naked eye
This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
A house with two occupants, sometimes one, rarely three. Break the walls, eat the boarders, then throw away me.
It is an insect, and the first part of its name is the name of another insect. What is it?